The tendrils reached between her legs and out of her sight, her head fell back open mouthed as the rush of sensation flooded over her. The tendrils were warm and slippery, their tips pressing gently into every fold of her skin, tracing circles around her anus and easing her lips apart. Dozens of tiny points of contact rippled over her skin and she shivered, panting.
She'd wanted it to tease her, deny her, make it harder for her to cum. Maybe that hadn't been a good idea. The tendrils gripping her legs tensed and she felt herself pulled firmly downwards onto the plant, just before the mouth pushed up against her open pussy.
"Fuck!" her body jerked at the shock of feeling. Somehow its lips had stretched wider, enveloping all of her in slick heat. When it began to suck, she writhed, her voice quivering out of her in high-pitched breaths. She'd thought she was sensitive before, but with the mouth sealed against her, drawing on her, she wanted to scream. She could feel its warm skin enveloping her, pressed against her skin and lips and opening and sucking firmly on them all at once. And the worst part was feeling so much, and yet so little at the same time - the rhythmic, pulsing suction was amazing, but there was no distinct pressure on her clit, and the emptiness in her pussy was beginning to ache, worse every time it sucked her tingling lips apart and tugged on her opening. She couldn’t help but remember it teasing her before, taking so long to make her aware of every nerve she had until she couldn’t take it anymore. The physical memory resurged, making her whole body convulse with the feeling of need.
"Oh - god - please - " she tried to twist her hips, tried to move so the edge of the mouth would touch her where she wanted, tried to rub her clit against the inside of its sucking mouth. But the tendrils on her legs just tightened further. Slippery as they were, they didn't let up.
She heard the deep chuckle again and groaned as the vibrations rumbled through her, coursing over her clit. Her groan became a cry as the tendrils pressed against her anus again, their tips small points of pressure that made circles again and again, tracing the shape of her. Three - or was it four? she couldn’t keep track as they swirled delightfully around her, pressing their tips against her opening, pulsing in counterpoint to the mouth sucking on her pussy.
She squeezed her eyes shut, breathing in shallow gasps. She'd wanted it to tease her, and it was certainly delivering! A pang of regret hit her - how could she have forgotten how good it was at this?! And now it seemed to be enjoying it more, not just doing it to teach her a lesson, but enjoying her torment, chuckling again and making her back arch as she groaned into it, both into the physical feeling and the gleeful dominance of the creature between her legs. It seemed to be in no hurry to move things along.
Her hips jolted rhythmically, trying to push against the sucking mouth, thrust back against the tendrils, wanting to feel something inside her! The tendrils pressed harder, dipping just a little into her opening, still circling. One, then two, then more pushed in, shallow dips like tiny tongues lapping at her.
"Uh - ple - please! You’ve teased me enough now please!"
She gasped in triumph as she felt them push deeper, spiralling as they entered. But they stopped just beyond her entrance, pulling gently to hold her anus open. She was relaxed enough after the rigorous fucking she'd had before, so there was little resistance as the tendrils pulsed gently in place, her muscles clenching weakly in response. But there was nothing for her to squeeze around. Nothing inside her!
She gritted her teeth, small sounds escaping from her. The mouth continued to suck, the tendrils stretched her in counterpoint, and the plant flatly refused to fuck her. It felt amazing, but God she needed more!
“Please, more, please, mAH!”
A touch on her neglected cock jerked her attention forwards, and she looked down to see tendrils spiralling around her shaft, gripping her firmly, ready to thrust up and down, her held cock tensing in anticipation. However once they had her they refused to move, just holding her in place. Her hips struggled to thrust, to move at all, but the tendrils gripping her thighs and cock wouldn't be budged.
A thread of sensation on the underside of her cock made her groan. She blinked through sweat to see a thin, pale tendril wrap its touch around from under her, wrapping itself around the neck, squeezing gently. She cringed as it snaked around her, the tip of the tendril cresting the ridge of the head as it circled, dipping gently over her valley, spiralling its touch around and around her head, the circles shrinking blissfully as the touch twirled towards the tip.
The tendrils in her rear tensed again, stretching wider, making room for more tips to slide in alongside. Her hips braced, ready to be entered by the huge girth the stretching tendrils were promising - her body sagging as the promise was unfulfilled, bucking weakly between the rhythmically stretching tendrils and sucking mouth, her gasps rising in pitch as the single thin tendril circled itself around her tip, narrowing in on the cleft. After so much teasing, so many empty promises, she was desperate for a firm touch. She got her wish as the tendril pressed its tip onto the very tip of her cock.
“HAA!” she cried sharply, disbelieving just how sensitive she was. It was lazily spiralling her neck again, tracing its touch around and over her ridge in lazy circles, spiralling over her valley, slowly approaching her tip again. She knew her head was sensitive, but felt with curious awe the sensations growing steadily stronger as the tendril’s circles narrowed toward her tip, circling over her bulges, narrowing to give a short flick over her cleft.
“HAA, FUCK!” she cried again. She had no idea she was so sensitive right there of all places. But it was circling her neck again, only just cresting over her ridge, making her shake and cringe with how intense it felt but wanting more.
“Please, come on, quicker, please” she babbled as it circled her valley, spiralling closer to her tip, her cock tensing in anticipation quicker and quicker until its touch pressed and flicked her cleft again.
“HAA, AAA, AAA!” she cried as it kept on flicking, her face contorted in a smile as she writhed with the intensity of that tiny touch. The sucking of her pussy, the stretching of her rear, all became accompaniments to that direct, blissful stroking of her cleft, making her feel almost like she was cumming every time it touched her. Her whole cock tensed madly into it, the spiral around her shaft keeping her in place as her cock tried to spurt into the intense feeling. Precum covered the tendril as it insistently stroked and circled her spasming opening, it circles narrowing further, its touch getting more direct, more intense, more -
“HAAAAA!” she cried at the ceiling, feeling the intensity rise to an impossible level. And it kept rising, the feeling of shivering bliss felt so clearly on her tip, so intense she could feel it inside her body, her cock spasmed madly as waves of sensation reached into her shaking hips. And it kept on going, rising and rising, taking on a different flavour that made her cries turn to groans, the feeling cooling from bliss to satisfying joy. The tensing of her cock no longer made her ache with need, but now rebounded into joy, each tense feeling like it was holding onto something good. It felt like her pussy or rear should feel, both clenching now as they tried to hold onto something solid, something substantial, instead both feeling the emptiness sucking and stretching her. In fact the only place the emptiness wasn’t consuming her was her cock, where her tensing returned a satisfying feeling of rightness every time, stronger each moment as the feeling reached steadily deeper inside of her. Finally, finally something was inside her! Wait -
She looked down, saw the thin tendril still touching her tip, dimpling her cleft around its exquisite touch. That was all it doing right, just touching her tip, right? She almost believed it too, until she tensed again and felt it hold on that feeling of joy halfway down her shaft.
It was inside her?! Her whole body froze, her breath caught, shaking. This wasn’t right, it should be hurting, would be hurting any moment, the next time she tensed! But then the tendrils on her shaft started to stroke her steadily, making her sensitive cock tense madly in the much needed feeling, every clench of muscle holding onto something and rebounding into deeply satisfying joy, making half her cock feel absolutely amazing! God how would it feel for her whole cock? She wanted to find out, even as she stared with morbid fascination, felt the slick, warm tendril reaching gently deeper, the stroking around it rising and making her tensing onto it repeatedly and her whole body rock with the feeling rebounding into her.
“More” she heard herself whisper, feeling her body pushing forward into it. Then her breath caught as she felt it slide deeper in, her stroked cock tensing the whole time, gripping onto the warm joy as it reached to fill her shaft.
“God, fuck, God!” she whispered in disbelief. It was stroking her cock steadily now, making her tense rhythmically, every tense feeling like it never left her cock, echoing inside and filling her with intense satisfaction that lingered past the start of the next one. She could feel it building inside her, not sure at all if she was getting close to cumming, or if she was cumming, her tensing cock feeling so damn good she had no idea what was happening! Then she felt it sliding deeper still, spreading the tensing joy into her base, into her bucking hips, getting close to the building pressure filling the space between her sucked pussy and stretched rear. Then something new happened.
A sharp explosion of pleasure spasmed her whole body upright, her back arching and breath strangled to nothing. She was cumming, she was fucking cumming, her whole body tensing rhythmically into the uncontrolled radiant joy that kept building and building inside her abdomen, kept on building, not releasing!
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she gasped, her legs trying to crush the plant between them, her hips madly bucking against it, her body still trying to buck and grip even as she was finally pulled off by the tugging tendrils, turned quickly forwards. She couldn’t see the world turning, the plant was before her tensing cock, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but just try to hold on as her orgasm kept on building inside her with no way out and no end in sight! Then she felt warmth shoot out of her cock a moment before she was plunged into the opening and everything exploded.
“HH - HH - HHH!” she cried wordlessly, no sound coming out as impossible bliss blasted out of her cock, her whole body lifted up as it filled with all the pressure and need and longing before it was all burst out of her cock all at once, filling her and emptying her over and over. Her hips felt like they were glowing with joy they felt so good, so impossibly good, so much better than she could take, and still it kept going!
“OOH!” she cried at last, her voice returning to gasp out of her in time with her cock in explosion after radiant explosion. It didn’t feel like it would ever end, and she didn’t want it to, couldn’t take it and didn’t want it to stop all at once!
She didn’t know when it was over, didn’t even recognize anything as reality started to return in slow, unimportant droplets of realization. Realizing she was sprawled limply over the warm plant. Recognizing the feeling of its lips sucking around her base, its throat not touching her limp cock. Remembering how she’d never, ever, ever had an orgasm anything like that in her life. Her whole body shivered with it, aftershock after aftershock shuddering her body every time she remembered it even for a moment. She couldn’t even take thinking about it apparently.
She giggled, basking in the radiant joy filling her completely. Kissing back against the tendrils sliding over her lips, poking just between her happy kiss.
This time, she remembered herself. She closed her teeth just as the tendrils pushed in, hitting the outside of her firmly gritted teeth before they could enter her mouth. She looked down, struggling to focus, seeing all four white-tipped tendrils before her face, coiled there, moving forward in short, hesitant bursts of non-movement They looked… confused?
“So-” she started, stopping as they moved for her open mouth, keeping her teeth closed until they’d retreated far enough away for her to safely speak. “Sorry buddy, I think, I think I’m done. That was -” her whole body shivered again with the recollection, thankfully keeping her teeth closed as the tendrils made a last tentative try for her mouth. The aftershock subsided, and she looked down, making sure the tendrils were far enough away before trying to explain.
“I’m sorry - I, I can’t, I - I want to, God I want you to do that to me over and over again!” she cringed again with another powerful aftershock, “But, but I can’t. If I cum any more, if you make me orgasm any harder,” she shuddered again, “I… I don’t know what will happen.” She looked down, saw the tendrils were no longer before her face. Felt them again spiralling her rear.
“Oh fuck yes,” she cried despite herself, feeling two, three, four, more of them reach just into her, pulling her rhythmically again, stretching her to that promised girth it had never actually fulfilled. She was bent over the plant,her rear raised up above her body and shuddering with the feeling of spiralling and stretching her, the rest of her body shuddering with longing for it to finally fuck her like it had promised it would! And she wasn’t hard - her cock twinged a little, valiantly trying to get hard, but struggling to do it. The drugs had finally worn off? And it still wanted to, was still insistently stretching and twirling her open, even if she wasn’t hard? Was it trying to say it was sorry, say thank you?
“Oh, oh, okay buddy,” she whispered, “okay, just quickly, just once,” she lifted her rear up towards the tendrils. They swirled once more, bunching together, becoming taut and firm against her, one single, solid mass. She breathed in, bracing herself.
“OOH!” she cried as it plunged inside. She felt it, every tendril making up the whole, every ridge of the thick spiral sliding so deep into her, pulling slowly out to drive in again. God it felt like she was being fucked by a tree! Her hips felt like they’d break, but not for any pain, just from the intense girth thrusting into her body, pounding steadily deeper into her, pushing her hips rhythmically against the plant each time it thrust into her anew. Then it hit her prostate.
“AAAHAA!” she gasped, her body tensing off the plant as it hit once, twice, kept on thrusting its girth straight into her prostate, each time causing a sharp explosion to erupt throughout her body. God it felt so good, so fucking good, its building thrusts reaching into the pulsing ball of pressure welling up inside her, making her hips sing with the feeling filling her body each time it thrust. She could cum from this, would cum from this, didn’t even need her cock to be -
She felt something on her cock, intensely tingling around it, touching it from all sides. The edges of the opening, the spiralled bumps and folds pressing lightly against her sides, then more firmly, tightly! It had made her hard again! It didn’t even need to feed her to make her hard, it was so good at everything it did, even just pounding its spiralled girth into her rear over and over, sinking into her prostate, making her cringe and cry against the plant as she felt herself bucking and thrusting towards a final orgasm.
Amidst everything else she barely felt the change. She felt something different, another note of intensity spiralling down her cock, something constant in the rush of folds and bumps thrusting over her. But she didn’t realize it was the thin tendril until it was spiralling her tip again, flicking it so good, leaving her a few breaths from orgasm just as it dipped into her.
The next thrust into her prostate started her orgasm, the pressure bursting in her abdomen, rushing down her cock - pushed back again, pushed further and further back down her shaft and past her base until it was all the way back inside her again.
“Wh, whHHGH!” she cried as she felt it again, the feeling from before that had made her cum without warning - the tendril reaching her prostate. The tendrils in her rear thrust straight into the feeling, making its unbearable sensitivity explode out to fill her once, twice, again and again, her shaking orgasm pushed back inside and built more and more with each new thrust.
“Pl - pl - pl -” she whispered, trying to get a word out between her tensing body, her back arched and hips bucking, her entire body trying desperately to finish the orgasm she’d started! Then she felt something new - an intensity radiating into her, filling her with a familiar rush of sweet warmth.
“HHAAAGH!” she cried as her orgasm burst out of her cock, forcibly pushing itself and everything else out of her body as she erupted all over again, and again every time it thrust into her rear, every thrust starting what felt like a new orgasm exploding into and out of her. Her mouth was tensed open, wordless sounds escaping her, like she couldn’t even scream she felt so good, even better every time it thrust, better every time she exploded again, her whole body feeling like it was flying as she tensed away from her orgasm over and over and over and....
Then she was recoiling off the plant, shaken back to consciousness again and up off of her position resting limply over the plant, spasming upright by the resumed thrusting in her rear, the tendrils thrusting her body up into it and down into the blissfully tight opening, felt more clearly than ever before, her cock harder than it had ever been in her life!
Her balls felt like they would burst, her cock aching taut with need every moment it left the opening, the need exploding into satisfied joy every time it thrust her back in. It took her several seconds of screaming joy before she could even think how strange it was, that she was so hard without having drunk anything, not a drop of the mostly milk entering her body. Unless….
“Di, di,” she tried between tight thrusts, oscillating between ache and release, need and fulfillment every time it thrust her back in.
“Did, you, God, did, you, feed, it, into, me?” She knew the answer, knew she couldn’t possible be this hard, be feeling this fucking good unless it had forced it inside of her, directly into her, God! She wanted to be angry, outraged and mortified, but couldn’t bring herself to do anything but gasp for joy as it fucked her and made her fuck it so good!
“You did, you did, didn’t, didn’t, God, didn’t you! You, fucking, did, you, bastard, you -” she tried to make herself angry, make herself resist it, wanted it to know it shouldn’t have done that!
She slapped it hard.
It stopped instantly. It pulled her out, its lips having to stretch wider to pop off her her aching cock, leave it dangling taut and so hard above the opening, aching with need.
“Fuck, keep going, fuck, keep, why did, why did you-” she realized that she’d slapped it. Realized what slapping it meant, what it now thought she wanted it to do to her! Heard it chuckle.
She felt the thin tendril spiral down her taut shaft, saw and felt it spiralling her head, circling towards her tip.
“Oh GAAAAAA” it dipped inside her, sliding into her, making her tense onto it, the feeling almost enough to offset the aching hardness as she tensed against it all the way down inside of her. Then it reached her prostate.
“FUUUUUCK!” she screamed as it thrust into her rear again, pounding into her spasming prostate. Then it thrust her cock back into the opening, her erection bulging through the spiralled tendril to fuck into the folds and bumps stretched over her tensing girth. She felt it grip and press into her balls, reach into her clit, more spiralling tips dipping into her pussy to stretch her just as wide as the solid spiral pounding her arse, pounding her orgasming cock into the tight plant, the tendril inside her keeping her orgasm building and building.
And she couldn’t get enough of it.
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